Quotes About Dagger

Because she—you hear her—she's calling, and is always going to call, and it's better both of us die by the dagger without anyone seeing us, Orestes, and die a fit death.

A dagger is the noble weapon of Brutus. Everyone understands that tyrants fall to daggers. A bomb is a sordid modern device with many complex working parts. Only engineers understand bombs

utterly still—except that my fingers tightened around my dagger hilt—and make no sound. Meanwhile, footfalls pounded up a nearby staircase. "The villain!" continued the shrieker. "She broke in 'ere! My 'ot'ouse!" "Flora, calm yourself." Pertelote's weary voice. "She's long gone." Would that it were so.

I may remember you, Scarlet," he bellowed, backing up when she grabbed her fork and held it out like a dagger. She'd murdered men with less. Even immortals. "But you haven't haunted me." Motions stiff, he raised his shirt. Amid the cuts, above his heart, was a tattoo of eyes. Dark eyes. Like hers. "Don't you see? You…haven't…haunted…me.

The hand that held the dagger has struck it into the back of its neighbor.

I realized that we were all sort of conspiring, well, not conspiring against each other, but all this cloak and dagger stuff and I was like; what is this?

threats of the dagger-by-your-bed variety are even better for bloodless control.

Sadness is a dagger that's been sharpened to strike at your heart. As days pass, it only gets sharper and sharper.

He drew the dagger and laid it on the table between them; a length of dragonbone and Valyrian steel, as sharp as the difference between right and wrong, between true and false, between life and death.

His dagger was out, poised at her throat. "Sing, little bird. Sing for your little life.

Arya slid her dagger out and drew it across his throat, as smooth as summer silk. His blood covered her hands in a hot gush and he tried to shout but there was blood in his mouth as well. "Valar morghulis," she whispered as he died.

Jon fell to his knees. He found the dagger's hilt and wrenched it free. In the cold night air the wound was smoking. "Ghost," he whispered. Pain washed over him. Stick them with the pointy end. When the third dagger took him between the shoulder blades, he gave a grunt and fell face-first into the snow. He never felt the fourth knife. Only the cold …

Six of the young cupbearers were playing some child's game as he entered, sitting in a circle on the floor as they took turns spinning a dagger. When it wobbled to a stop they cut a lock of hair off whichever of them the blade was pointing at.

You would have made a fine warrior, you know that? I am one. Death is my enemy. Yeah, it is, isn't it. God, it made such sense that he'd bonded with her. She was a fighter… like him. Your scalpel's your dagger. Yup.

I catch you without your ahstrux nohtrum again, I'm turning you in. Qhuinn cursed. Yeah, and then I'll get fired. Which means V'll Donald trump my ass with a dagger. You're welcome.

As they went by Assail, the male was watching them. Jesus, he really is blind Wrath pulled up short and unsheathed his dagger, pointed it directly into the guys face. But my hearing is just fine

My scent's all over you. It's inside of you. That's how my people will know who your mate is. It's also a warning." "A warning?" she breathed, languor suffusing her body. "To other males. It tells them who will come after them with a dagger if they touch you." Okay, that shouldn't be erotic as hell. But it was.

V laughed deep in his throat. "Yeah, you can fight with me in the field when you're grown. And soon as you're big enough to hold a dagger … I'll make one for you. Forge it myself. You're gonna be just like your dad, one helluva a fighter. Just like him …

Thank you," Trez said roughly. "Save the gratitude for if I bring back something worth having." "That's not what I'm talking about." Rehv leaned down, offering his dagger hand. "Anything I got is yours." Trez had to blink hard. Then pass his hand over his eyes. "Your friendship's all I need, my man. 'Cuz it's pretty damn priceless.

Rehv se inclinó hacia abajo, ofreciendo la mano de la daga. - Todo lo que tengo es tuyo. Tres tuvo que parpadear fuerte y, a continuación, pasar la mano por sus ojos. - Tu amistad es todo lo que necesito, mi amigo, pues es malditamente invaluable.

And there you are, sobbing like you've been dirked in the dick by grief's dark dagger. Ergo. Ursa. Arborem

May Mister Stabby always bring you good fortune.

I was just wondering if you were armed. You want anything? Dagger, maybe?" He opened his own suit jacket just a bit, and Simon saw something long an metallic glinting against the inside lining. "No wonder you and Jace like each other so much. You're both crazy walking arsenals.

I believe everything you say," Tessa said with a smile, her hands creeping down from his waist to his weapons belt. Her fingers closed on the hilt of a dagger, and she yanked it from the belt, smiling as he looked down at her in surprise. She kissed his cheek and stepped back. "After all," she said, "you weren't lying about that tattoo of the dragon of Wales, were you?